"lift me up" a Cinquain Garland

Wake up,
become the smell,
suffocate in the taste,
relive the soot intoxicate,
the death.

Rotting,
lay on the ground,
in the sickness that's alive,
so don't get up in which you hide,
breathe in.

To haste,
your leaving now,
rise with your spirit kneel,
crushed like burning paper in flames,
that smashed.

That pushed,
you'll burn like leaves,
incense spice thrown softly,
to the sound kept silent to shine,
burnt out.

The waste,
removed the life,
incinerate in time,
the ashes lay you to rest dead asleep,
polished.

Wake up,
lay on the ground,
rise with your spirit kneel,
to the sound kept silent to shine,
polished.